The Moon Is a Poet
Looking into the solitude of the night sky,
the monochromatic beauty of the moon.
Reflecting like shimmer onto the tired waves, making tides out of them, lovers croon.
Churning out lyrics into the still of the dusk,
it emerges like a poet, cajoling with words.
So serene, so pure, they make us rejoice,
in the humdrum of life, playing its musical chords.
She brings along her starlets like magical sparkles, as they twinkle to the lyrical keys in her poetry.
She resonates in the eyes of the onlookers,
when she spins her syllables proud and free.
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